Chapter 11 (1/2)

Elisabeth’s ‘I’ll cry if you say no’ face looked at Dylan with an aggressive gaze. Dylan’s face at that moment, which had been frowning, seemed as if his eyes were melting.

He could not look straight at Elisabeth’s face and turned his head.

“Elisabeth, my offer is still the same.”

“Dylan doesn’t want me to be his sister? Is that why you keep trying to drive me out?”

Elisabeth asked, slightly sullen.

Dylan raised his head, saying, ‘That’s…!’ and turned his gaze away when he saw Elisabeth’s very hurt face.

‘Oh, come on.’

Dylan was flustered. He didn’t know what to do because Elisabeth was sad.

Elisabeth wondered.

‘I thought you’d tell me to piss off straight like you did before?’

When emotional acting worked better than expected, Elisabeth decided to take a step further.

“I have explained enough before. The reason why you shouldn’t be here.”

“I like it here. Don’t kick me out. No matter how much you don’t like me…”

“What, what are you saying?”

Dylan put on a serious look. Elisabeth opened her eyes wide because he was almost furious.

“Dylan, I was hated back in my old house, and I’m an orphan when I go outside, so it’s dangerous everywhere. This is the safest place.”

“Eli…”

“I thought it would be great to have a loving brother because I was only hated in the old house.”

Dylan softly looked at Elisabeth with his mouth shut.

Brother, older brother.

What a really strange word. The moment he heard it, his heart turned soft.

“Do as you please.”

Dylan flipped around, not wanting her to see his heart softening.

“Dylan!”

As Elisabeth followed, Dylan turned his head slightly and looked at her.

“Don’t follow me.”

“Why!”

“I’m busy because I have to pick up all the paper butterflies you threw.”

“That’s for me to pick up.”

“It’s right for me to do it because I’m the one who brought it. Don’t come out and stay in the room.”

“But still…”

Dylan sighed and approached Elisabeth. Then he pressed down with his palm the head of the little girl who was looking up.

“Ouch.”

“Some nobles will visit the mansion soon. Stay in the room and behave so you won’t get noticed.”

“Yes…”

Elisabeth answered obediently. I heard from Marian and she knew.

The Count’s young lady, whose face is the same as the dead Princess Cabezo, had to hide.

“And the balcony…”

“I won’t go out because it’s dangerous!”

“You listen well.”

Dylan giggled.

‘Oh, he laughed!’

Elisabeth, who was surprised at the image, unconsciously smiled at Dylan. Then Dylan, who was smiling, suddenly turned into a strange face.

“I’m going out.”

Then he ran out of the room and left.

“What the. Is it that bad that I smile?”

Elisabet pouted her lips and glared at the closed door.

***

It was all because of money that the aristocrats who despised Count Daughtry began to look for him on their own feet.

The news that Marquis Dalton made a fortune after he invested in Count Daughtry’s business spread throughout the Empire.

Some say that even if you don’t invest, you will be able to make money once you share a conversation with Count Daughtry, who is a genius when it comes to money.

“Hmm, everybody knows that face.”

Elisabeth secretly looked out through a small window. Two aristocrats were walking with their sons in the garden.

Count Raizen, his son Thomas Raizen, Marquis Orell, and his son Tyce Orell.

Elisabeth searched her memories before her return.

‘The Count Raizen was a bat.’

He was famous for sticking here and there. In good terms, it is called the art of living. Thanks to that, Count Raizen has been able to expand his fortune.

The Marquis of Orell was the right-hand man of the Duke of Cabezo. And his son, Tyce Orell, and daughter, Dalina Orell, became the subordinates of Polia, just like their father.

‘Those were the faces I didn’t want to see again.’

I thought it was fortunate that I was hiding.

“You brought your children here who are the same age as Dylan to make friends with him for connections, right?”

As soon as he made his debut in high society, Dylan quickly became the center of the social world. Ability and good looks that remind you of your father, Victoire. Even if you don’t say a word, you’re overwhelmed by the atmosphere.

‘It’s strange that everyone doesn’t like it.’

Dylan didn’t really seem to like anyone. Maybe he didn’t like the excessive attention. Only Emilie, who neglected high society because she was distracted by her father’s favor, was not interested in Dylan.

Suddenly, a memory popped up before her return.

<Father, I have someone I want to marry.>

One day, Polia announced.

<Who is it, Polia.>

<It’s Sir Dylan Daughtry.>

<What?>

Dylan was Polia’s ‘favorite person’. When she mentioned Dylan Daughtry’s name, Emilie finally found out about him.

When events of the past came to mind, Elisabeth became anxious.

‘Then will I meet Polia again someday? No, I doubt it.’

In the end, she is a daughter who exists to offer her ‘blood’ anyway. Maybe in the future, she’ll be hidden inside the Daughtry mansion.

Then suddenly the curtains in front of me closed.

“Elisabeth. You shouldn’t let people discover you.”

It was Damon who closed the window curtains.